Room 322, Monday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders had left his room with plans of buying breakfast in town, but was faced with a dilemma before he even made it off campus grounds.

Namely: Why buy breakfast when you could break a chunk off a building and feast like a king for free?

He worried briefly about whether he might bring the castle tumbling down, but the castle had so many bits of architectural fancy on it that it wasn't hard to find a ball of gingerbread atop a railing that seemed to serve no function at all. He whistled as he came back to the room, pound of gingerbread wrapped in his handkerchief and ready to be feasted upon.

[OOC: Door/post open!]

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[vrajna_kralis]

"Just your walls?" Hyacinthe asked with enough good humor that it could be left as a joke did Anders wish. "I could have just stayed in my own room for that."

He sauntered in, seeing the hole where Dante had snagged a handful. "I see you've already begun making inroads here."

[not_every_mage]

"Unless you see something else you like," Anders said, and winked before glancing over to the wall. "Oh, but blame my roommate for that. I was a good boy and didn't eat anything that could let the cold in."

[vrajna_kralis]

"Smart," Hyacinthe said, strolling inside. "I firmly believe in keeping the cold outside where it belongs. 'Tis colder here than in the City of Elua and I, a most delicate flower."

[not_every_mage]

"I can't say the same," Anders laughed, sitting up to beckon Hyacinthe closer. "Winter in Ferelden is just a bit colder than this, and rainy on top of it. My whole country's made of mud this time of year. Mud and dog shit."

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe wrinkled his nose. "Sounds dreadful," he said. "You're much better off here, where 'tis warmer and better smelling."

It was a rare day when Terre D'Ange was sullied by mud and fewer still by the overpowering scent of any kind of shit.

...In 1000 AD, yes. Just go with it.

[not_every_mage]

"You aren't wrong," Anders said, with a little shrug. "Not just about the smell or the weather, either. The company here's pretty nice."

[vrajna_kralis]

"I must agree," Hyacinthe agreed, giving Anders a wink and settling down closer to him on the bed. "I'd not expected to fall in with such convivial company once I'd left Terre D'Ange."

[not_every_mage]

Anders flashed half a grin at Hyacinthe. "Convivial," he repeated. "I like that word. Is it what you say about someone you'd like to see naked?"

Apparently, he was in a mood to try the direct approach.

[vrajna_kralis]

And from the flare of interest in Hyacinthe's eyes, he appreciated the directness. "Not exactly," he said, after a moment's pretense of thought. "That's 'pleasant.' Convivial means 'wishes to see naked multiple times.' 'Tis a matter of degree."

[not_every_mage]

"I see," Anders said, and looked over to check whether Hyacinthe had pulled the door shut behind him. His hands went unconscionably to rub at the hem of his own shirt. "What's nice, then?"

[vrajna_kralis]

Indeed he had. Funny how that worked, wasn't it?

"Nice?" Hyacinthe asked, "Convivial is better than nice, which is why nice is merely a hand job with some heavy petting."

Classy, Hya. Stay classy.

"Speaking of, did you need a hand with that?" he asked, nodding to where Anders was fiddling with his shirt.

[not_every_mage]

"I certainly wouldn't say no," Anders said, and got right up in Hyacinthe's personal space to enable said "help."

"I like this vocabulary lesson. What's friendly?"

[vrajna_kralis]

What personal space? Closer was better. Closer enabled other things.

Hyacinthe's fingers tugged the hem away from Anders' hands and began to smooth it upwards, revealing a stretch of pale skin. For good measure, he nipped at Anders' ear before he answered. "Indulging in a bit of flirtation before sex somewhere almost in public."

Funny, Ada enjoyed learning D'Angeline, too. Hyacinthe was clearly an excellent teacher.

[not_every_mage]

It was funny -- it was only his stomach being bared, but Anders still shivered under Hyacinthe's attention.

"I can be very friendly," he informed Hya, and went to steal a kiss before asking for the next lesson in D'Angeline.

[vrajna_kralis]

Oh hello. Hyacinthe was going to leave his hand on Anders' bared stomach, skin warm and calloused after years of hard work. His other cupped Anders' face and drew him in further. Started the kiss off soft and teasing, then deepened it with a quick nip to his bottom lip.

[not_every_mage]

Now that was a kiss. Anders was almost sad when he pulled back to get his shirt the rest of the way off.

But he wouldn't stay sad for long, as his lips were crashing back into Hya's as soon as his head was free again. His hands went to Hya's back, edging his shirt up a bit to feel the smooth warmth of his skin.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Your enthusiasm is one of the things I like best about you," Hyacinthe gasped out before Anders mouth found his again.

That and how he looked shirtless, but he was letting his wandering hands say that for him.

[not_every_mage]

"Just wanted to speak to you in your native tongue," Anders said, and moaned as Hya's fingers came close to his nipple. He leaned in to lick at Hya's neck.

[vrajna_kralis]

"You can do anything you want with that tongue of yours," Hyacinthe said, his thumbs gliding over that nipple in hopes of coaxing another moan.

[not_every_mage]

He got that noise, and a rather filthy grin on top of it, and then a story whispered against his ear about exactly what Anders hoped to do with that tongue soon.

He was good with his mouth in more than one way, after all.

[vrajna_kralis]

He was. Kathy had certainly appreciated all the ways he'd used it.

And Hyacinthe was no different. His breath caught in his throat and he turned to catch Anders' mouth with his in a hot and hungry kiss, his hands clutching him close. "Yes," he gasped out, dragging in a deep breath before kissing Anders again.

[not_every_mage]

"Glad that's settled," Anders said, and leaned into the kiss so his body and Hya's would fall into the bed. Lying down was, after all, a good first step toward fulfilling the promises he'd just made.

[vrajna_kralis]

Anders didn't have to try very hard for this; Hyacinthe had no problems going vertical with even the least provocation. And Anders was ever so much more than that. His back hit the mattress at the same time his hand slid around to cup Anders' ass, rocking up against him. "Well, hello," he said, smiling up at Anders with merry black eyes. "I see you're feeling...charming." He nipped at Anders' neck and whispered, "Charming means sexy as Naamah herself."

[not_every_mage]

"It's hard not to be, when I'm around such charming company," Anders told him, eyes locked on Hya's as he rocked back against him. He twined the fingers of one hand through Hya's dark hair, tugging at it slightly.

[vrajna_kralis]

And that should have been horizontal, sigh self.

Hyacinthe's let his hands slip around, stroking down Anders' naked back until they reached his rear. He filled his palms with smooth flesh and his grin widened. "Going to be hard to focus on words soon, chavo," he said. "You're distracting in all the best ways."